Quotes About Absence

I've dreamt of us falling in love and being together in a million different ways, yet I still wake up in the one way without you.

I never even heard her voice."And after a while:"It is a strange grief."Softly:"To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

I cannot remember you when the rain flows down -I cannot remember youandmy heart begins to drown ...

The Best Part Of Missing You Is, "I Recall Every Single Moment Spent With You."Bt The Worst Part Is, "I Miss You So Badly.

You can't lose someone who was never there in the first place.

Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day: something white in a high window - not a face, but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wingsagainst the pane in the boarded-up house.

Exchange is truly voluntary only when nearly equivalent alternatives exist. Monopoly implies the absence of alternatives and thereby inhibits effective freedom of exchange.

The crises of modern man are to a large extent religious ones, insofar as they are an awakening of his awareness to an absence of meaning.

Si mai era ceva, un amanunt care m-a obsedat apoi multa vreme: mana intreaga parea goala, degetele acelea palide si nervoase erau parca facute anume ca sa poarte un inel, si inelul acesta le lipsea. Era o mana pura, nelogodita, monahala...

Why does the mention of love, the memory of love, the memory of love lost, the promise of love, the end of love, the absence of love, the burning, burning need for love, need to love, result in so much violence?

I sat on my Dad's bed and flipped through the page after empty page. No stamps. No exotic locales. No travel-worn smudges or creases. Just the ID information and my mother's black and white photo which if it where used in a psychology textbook on the meaning of facial expressions would be labelled: Obscenely, heartbreakingly hopeful

Com és que l'esment de l'amor, el record de l'amor, el record de l'amor perdut, la promesa de l'amor, la fi de l'amor, l'absència de l'amor, la necessitat abrusadora, abrusadora d'amor, la necessitat d'estimar, desencadena tanta violència?

ÄŒEŽNJA DogaÄ'a se to u jesenjoj no?i kada pada kestenje po asfaltu i kada se ?uju psi u daljini, i kada se tako neopisivo javlja ?ežnja za nekim tko bi bio dobar, naÅ¡, bliz, intiman, drug, i kome bi mogli da piÅ¡emo pismo. Ispovjedili bismo mu sve Å¡to leži na nama. Pismo bi mu pisali, a njega nema.­ ­

You don't miss things. You miss people.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a founding member, and if he surfaces one day, you will have to make room for him.

I was stunned at how easily things went on without me

I wasn't there when you died. That's not your fault. I never said good-bye. Such a needless word, she said, when you love somebody.

but her absence was like a character in it.

That's the way it worked between the two of them. Long periods of absence—then crazy, intense romance. I do believe she and Frankie belonged together, even if they rarely stayed together. It was as if they had a secret they were bound to, which made them joyful most of the time and insane the rest.

Four years? She'd been gone from this world as long as she'd been in it.

Pouco importa, disse para si mesmo. Ela está em outro lugar, eu estou aqui, e nada posso fazer por ela.

ele havia determinado que sentir falta de alguém também era, de certa forma, sentir sua presença.